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The whole story of our art has lived
Off the kids of the rich in this land
Descendants of Italians, Germans, French, and Brits
Soaked in the pride of not being Indians

They get scholarships, take trips
They’re up to date with the latest in the world

They go to schools with teachers
With names and faces of artists
They’re drenched in culture
Their parents pay up and it doesn’t hurt

If they have money, they can show off
Playing at being Chilean artists
Let’s see the outcome
Nothing happens
No one hypes them up
They just warm up, for a few cats
They don’t even represent themselves

No, we don’t need an art
No, made for a few cats
No, they don’t represent us
No, they’re almost foreigners

No, we don’t need an art
No, made for a few cats
No, the country has no face
No, they don’t have to fight

And the rich kids who are artists
Get a spot in some exhibition
Or a mention in the paper or a neighbor’s column
They brag about how American they are
And think they’re a bit famous
And the old folks applaud them but don’t bring them back

No, we don’t need an art
No, made for a few cats
No, the country has no face
No, they don’t represent us
No, oh, oh, oh

Made for a few cats
No, the country has no face
No, they don’t represent us
No, oh, oh, oh, oh, they don’t have to fight

No, we don’t need an art
No, made for a few cats